Life is a funhouse.

We went to San Diego this past weekend. I have a post planned out that's dedicated to the trip, which I'll hopefully get to in the next couple of days.

On the way there, Roy asked me if I ever wished I could go back and do things differently. I thought about it and then came to the conclusion that I wish I had not been so stupid about some things (mostly guys), but having been stupid about them then has made me infinitely more confident and less likely to put up with bullshit now. From anyone, not just stupid boys.

You know, all that learning from your mistakes crap, having no regrets, blah blah blah.

So I started thinking about my life. And I've been through some stuff in the course of my thirty years. Some mega-hard shit. Some things I've done or experienced literally make me cringe.

But as I looked over myself and what I've experienced, I've realized one thing:

I've had so much fun.







I must keep this in mind the next time someone is pissing me off: that in a few years or months or days or even hours, I'll look back and remember how fun life can be despite all the idiots in the world.

(PS - All those photos were taken in about a year's time, back when I was still employed at the job from hell. Living proof that you can still smile and act stupid even as your soul is being sucked into the vortex of corporate America.)